Friday...humm

Phoned the Will Solicitor, nice chap was otherwise ocupied but phoned back and chatted. Yes we are doing the right thing, they are in the wrong, the Childcatcher shouldnt probably have told Mutual friend that she was going to recomend the father take the lad and probably shouldnt have sent anything saying that "they" oppsoed the will and is probably trying to back track heavily (maybe hence the call to "them" saying she hadnt talked to us...)

No emails.... suprise suprise, were pushign them to admit they threatened us on the phone, and that would mean they had to admit to something that just dont match thier "reality" of themselves. I sopsoe its dificult to look at yourself when your real soul is so balck that you probably dont show up in a mirror....

Anyway Will solicitor said hes off on holiday tonight till january 3rd (i asked, anywhere nice, he paused and repllyed..."no".. sounds like he has his own sad story there).. Anyway he said way to proceed was push for answers. And ask for a Signed statement from both of them saying "they are not contesting the Will in anyway either now or in the furture".. if we havent got that by January, we have to ask the Probate court for a ruleing on weather they can continue as executors, but the probate court may not want to get involved. But it covers us legaly.


meanwhile i was an answer to the threats he made on the phone, the wife added to the email tho, asking if they now could share thier "higher legal " advice ...lol .... i mena now they have climbed down form haveing the same soclicitor as the father.... interesting little twist there.



Got a parcel from Mum In Law. Xmas pressies and a ratty looking teddy. Wife went all misty eyed when she say it. i asumed it was something MinL's fairly loopy friend had bought for our Son at a car boot. No its was blueblue (or more generaly known as BooBoo but apparently his secret name was Blueblue...!) A speciel bear, her dad made it when hes was in hospital. he was a Royal Engineer, and got a blood desease in some hell hole jungle, which lead to severil strokes and after a few years he died from it. Anyway he made two, one big brown one and one little fluffy blue one, he told his daughters to take their pick, knowing how her older sister was, the wife looked loveingly at the big brown one, while wantign the blue one, so true to form the sis had the big brown one.... poor chap one week makeing bridges fo rthe army the next teddy bears. Wife loves Blueblue. But i insisted we wash him , hes drying on the radiater now.